CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The closest client to the spin studio, geographically, was Sarah Southey, whose address was in neighboring Milford. Stella called her while she was on the way to her home.
Sarah answered almost immediately.
“It’s Agent Stella Fall from the FBI. Mrs. Southey, I need to interview you for background information in a murder investigation,” Stella said.
There was a surprised silence.
“You want to interview me?” Sarah said, sounding surprised. “I’m not even a client at that place anymore.”
“Why did you leave?” Stella asked. “Ma’am, we need to speak face to face.” She checked her map. Five minutes, and she’d be there.
“I don’t think we’ll be able to speak face to face,” Sarah said reluctantly.
“Why’s that?”
“I left because we moved,” Sarah said, sounding anxious. “We rel
